In Decay

Within the framework of divine constructs I see the decay
Closer still am I to heretical vengeance
Immortality, a mockery of divinity
Beyond amaranthine embrace, a wicked pathetic being
A weak child lost in darkness
Guttural shrieks at my degenerated state
Without a pulse, my cold fingers rip through your skin
Leaving no mark
I weave my way into your flesh
Life lapsing into life
Releasing this self-slaughtered marionette
From my ties that bind it